I have come to realize that I had an endless hunger for ideas. Living an informed life within the mind, a mind in which thoughts proliferate and assemble, requires a steady diet of thought. The busyness in my mind, in the so-called darkness, is undisturbed by the constant flow of visual sense images. Picture thoughts as stars; during the daytime, sunlight obscures them. But not for me. When I listen to music, for example, my mind is at the ready—ready to be surprised and delighted by every note, every chord. This is one of the compensations for the loss of eyesight.
